Xueba, don't look at me, look at the question!

Guan Fang felt that when Bai Jingtan said "I know a little needle and thread", his whole body was covered with the light of the priest's Purdue sentient beings.

"Brother Tan, you can even do this! Thank you Brother Tan, Brother Tan is mighty!" Guan Fang happily patted Mu Nanyu on the shoulder, "Brother Yu, we are saved!"

Brother Yu's face stinks like a deck of cards, without any joy of being saved.

This guy Bai Jingtan definitely deliberately demolished him, right?

It wasn't enough to see the jokes on his face when his hat was too big.

And imply that he can't go out of school to find a tailor's shop, and can only rely on his little needlework? !

Mu Nanyu has always been a person who has all kinds of emotions written on his face. He stands with his back to the light, his curled eyelashes cast a few light gray shadows under his eyes, his thin lips are slightly parted, and the words of refusal have already reached his lips. .

When he looked up, he saw Bai Jingtan's short dark brown hair twisted into strands of sweat at the temples.

There are also dark marks from the wet collar.

They all reminded him of Bai Jingtan helping him to punish him just now in order to keep his badly bruised legs from moving.

Mu Nanyu took a big breath, swallowed the words that had come to his lips, and answered in a cold voice with a sullen face.

"If you don't sew nicely, you'll pay me a hat."

"Then how about the nice sewing?"

Mu Nanyu suddenly got stuck.

"Oh, that's not easy. Brother Tan, you help us fix it and we treat you to dinner!" Guan Fang gently pushed Mu Nanyu, "Isn't that right, Brother Yu?"

Back in the dormitory, they learned from the dormitory aunt that another roommate would not come to live in the dormitory for the time being, and three people would live in a quadruple room, and they immediately felt that it was much more spacious.

Bai Jingtan took Guan Fang's military training jacket and Mu Nanyu's hat, and took out a sewing kit from the suitcase.

"Mu Nanyu, pass me the scissors."

"Don't use small scissors, it's not easy to use."

"A needle fell on the ground, help me pick it up."

Mu Nanyu patiently handed him things. Originally, he was sitting under the air conditioner blowing the cold wind, but he was yelled at a lot, so he simply moved a chair and sat next to Bai Jingtan.

It only takes one hour to change clothes in total, not counting the time for walking to and from the playground. The time is tight and the tasks are heavy, so Mu Nanyu didn't care too much.

In fact, he always knew that Bai Jingtan knew a lot.

After all, a child who lost his parents at the age of eight and was brought up by his grandma had to learn everything by himself, from cooking to mending, repairing home appliances to flushing the toilet.

Bai Jingtan's hand holding a needle and thread to modify the size of the hat has the same cold pale complexion as his face, and you can see the light blue blood vessels under the skin.

The wrists are slender and well-proportioned, and the joints of the fingers are distinct, but the fingertips and pulps are covered with a thin layer of calluses. It doesn't look like the hands of a college student who is still studying, but rather like a person who has worked all year round.

Mu Nanyu's black eyes were a little empty, and he stared at Bai Jingtan's movements thoughtfully for a moment, until the sound of scissors cutting off the broken thread rang in his ears, which brought him back to his senses.

"Look down."

Mu Nanyu was alert: "What are you doing?"

"...measure the circumference of your head."

Mu Nanyu said "Oh", and lowered his head as he said, with some unkempt black hair sticking up here and there, like a bird's nest that is not very well-made.

"Why did you come to gather in the morning after washing your hair without drying it?"

Mu Nanyu felt that the other party's hand was lightly brushing the end of his hair, as if he was fiddling with a tape measure, so he closed his eyes and let him move.

"If I'm late for 5 minutes, the instructor will punish me with 10 push-ups. If I'm [-] minutes late, can't I add up to [-]?"

Bai Jingtan pursed his lips, and the thin lenses reflected the white light of the ceiling lamp, covering up the slightly smiling emotions in the light-colored phoenix eyes below.

The slender hands carefully helped the boy in front of him to flatten and straighten the raised hair, with his fingertips running through the ends of the hair, black and white were distinct.

"If the hair is not dried, it is easy to catch a cold."

"It's summer, what kind of cold is it?"

Mu Nanyu snorted, looking at the measuring tape hanging in front of his eyes, he always felt that Bai Jingtan took a long time to measure his head circumference.

"Are you okay?"

"Okay." There was a slight nasal sound in his voice.

Bai Jingtan withdrew his hand, put the unused measuring tape on the table, and gently put the hat he had changed on Mu Nanyu's head.

It's just right, not too tight to catch the skin, and not too loose to fall off during exercise.

Mu Nanyu subconsciously raised his hand and pulled the brim of his hat. The hands of the two collided in mid-air. They were both young and vigorous, and they were hot from the back of their hands to their palms.

Like wiping out sparks.

A string in my heart suddenly tensed, and Mu Nanyu recalled yesterday's rainy night.

Did Bai Jingtan blow his hair after taking a shower?

Maybe not.

The hair dryer is too loud and can easily wake people who are asleep.

The man brought safflower oil to himself.

The author slept with wet hair, no wonder he caught a cold.

These thoughts flashed through my mind in a flash, and for some reason, a corner of my heart seemed to be a little soft.

It is rare for Mu Nanyu to reflect on whether he was too rude to Bai Jingtan when he was leading the military training uniform.

His hands were not idle, he took out a whole box of cold spirit granules from the drawer, and slapped it on Bai Jingtan's table.

"What about me? I haven't recovered from my cold. Take the medicine on time. Don't infect me and affect my swimming training."

He took out the newly filled hot water bottle from under the table.

"If you don't have hot water, just pour it from me." Mu Nanyu glanced at him, "...the sick one."

In the morning, the "sick man" who did thirty push-ups without taking a breath did not refute, and helped Guan Fang sew up the hole in his coat and make his waist a little bigger.

Guan Fang inhaled and tightened his stomach, and finally put on the coat.

"Thank you Brother Tan, thank you Brother Tan, Brother Tan, what do you want to eat tonight, I treat you! Brother Yu, come together!"

"What come together, I invite you together."

Mu Nanyu started school earlier than them, and he had already found out about the delicious restaurants nearby, so he glanced at Meituan on his mobile phone.

"There is a hot pot restaurant here. Although the environment is not good, the ingredients are fresh and clean, and the quality is cheap. Would you like to go there?"

"go!"

Mu Nanyu kicked Bai Jingtan's chair leg lightly: "May I ask you something?"

"Go." Bai Jingtan raised his hand and pushed his glasses, his voice was calm, "but you are not allowed to drink."

Guan Fang was curious: "Is Brother Yu allergic to alcohol?"

"Fart, I can drink three glasses of white in one go!"

Mu Nanyu gave Bai Jingtan a warning look, and kicked his chair leg harder.

Bai Jingtan smiled, "Three cups of boiled water?"

Grass.

The corners of Mu Nanyu's lips curled into a sharp straight line.

How could he feel that Bai Jingtan had changed his sex?

This person is obviously still that dog who likes to see him make a fool of himself!

Mu Nanyu grinds his back molars, and puts the Ganmaoling granule heating kettle back into his arms.

"Let's wait and see, Bai Jingtan. Tonight, whoever gets drunk first will shout 'Brother, I was wrong' three times on the street. Do you dare?!"